Chu Luo drove Ling Qing Ya to the apartment building where she lived.
Ling Qing Ya was hoping that Chu Luo would escort her upstairs.
But obviously, Chu Luo had no such intention.
As Ling Qing Ya got out of the car, he turned around to sit back in the driver's seat, his handsome features even more graceful and indifferent under the lights.
Those eyes were profoundly deep.
Seeing Chu Luo like this, Ling Qing Ya felt very disappointed. She bit her lip, and just as Chu Luo was about to get into the car, she suddenly threw caution to the wind and rushed toward him.
She flung herself into Chu Luo's arms, hugging his waist tightly with both hands.
Her nostrils involuntarily filled with the subtly elegant scent of Chu Luo, causing Ling Qing Ya's face to blush and her heartbeat to quicken.
Chu Luo's body stiffened.
Then, with a swift motion, he pushed her away, his striking face darkening considerably, a flash of rage quickly disappearing from his deep black eyes.